We’ve drawn the lines,
We’ve divided so fine,
We talk of equality for entity
That the categories lie in
There is a pink there is a blue
One for me one for you
Thought they were colours
When new
Saw as a human
with powers to take over
And not as a scar to cover
It’s been that way, we’ve followed the same
We must have made some change
But same acid thoughts rained,
The gap is till broad,
We’ve heard the unheard songs,
It still hurts like thorns
To think we’re no the same
What a matter of shame
We’ve had similar pains
We cry, we try, we fly, we fall
We’re tall, we’re short, we’re dark
we’re light, We do the same fight
yet Divided
There are differences but not to be treated differently
We own a human brain, we grow the same way,
Yet Divided
Some strengths can be different but capabilities are the same
It’s not me It’s not you
It’s we who can do
We were stereotyped but now we’ll fight.
– Ananya
The Poetic Ways 